UnleashYourAnger.com

Thank God I found this site. I need to a place to anonymously bitch and complain instead of bottling it all up. I've been bottling it up for years- I have no more room for any more bottles unless I put on (yet) more weight- which, let's face it, is a temporary solution to an ongoing problem.

I'm so DONE with tech. I've spent easily half of my life learning and working with it. It's truly my passion and probably the biggest part of my life. In many ways, without it, I don't know who I am. But I'm sick of it. More specifically I'm sick of being TREATED as though I don't know WTF I'm doing. Worst of all- much of it is coming from my own FAMILY! I say or suggest one thing, they blatently go against it. The family business needed a client database system- I built a web-based one for the network. They ditch it and PAY to use some other P.O.S. (NOT 'Point of Sale', 'Piece Of...') one that is amateurish at best! They're all in a tither today because the software they bought won't let you print invoices with anything beyond Office 2003 (or was it XP?). Ya- that's great software. I tried entering a client into it yesterday- it wouldn't even insert the data! And I had to select the client ID used in the database! WHY am *I* having to do that when that's the role of the software!?!?!? Pathetic! But 'they' swear by this P.O.S! I (their own family) build something exactly what they want and they see it as sh*t- but because some kid coded something and suckered them into buying it for hundreds of $$$- it's freakin' gold to them! Whatever.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg. I'm a developer, a programmer. But they only consider me to be an "IT" guy that fixes virus problems and installs scanners instead of someone who is creative and ambitious. I spent hundreds of hours building a VPN for them to connect to their clients- never got paid for it- never charge the client for the connectivity convenience, and they almost never use it anyways! Well wasn't that a waste of my time! All the while, if one thing doesn't work with it (ya know, technical limitations or other anomalies- namely, 'Windows'), then they almost immediately pipe up with "well why don't we just use GoToMyPC?". There's nothing more infuriating, not to mention insulting, then to suggest using something that you are, essentially, in direct competition with, when you're RIGHT THERE. Even to say it behind my back isn't much better. How about SUPPORTING me and giving me the RESOURCES necessary to make it better than sh*t all over what I've done and suggest something you saw on a g*dd*mn infomercial on TV!!!

The irony is that when THEY have a client that questions the work THEY have done, they become extremely infuriated and insulted too. Yet they do the EXACT same thing to me without hesitation, and they're COMPLETELY oblivious to it!

Most of the software they use is sh*t- but if I suggest something better, in their eyes, I don't know what I'm talking about. Nothing new. But again- it's insulting.

They CLAIM that they want to see me succeed with my tech spinoff of the company, but they only want me to succeed the way THEY want me to succeed- not in software development- but by fixing people's 'puters and showing them how to import photos from their camera (something that 'they' themselves don't know how to do). "There's no money in software development", they tell me. I have ambitions to find VC or grants to fund the development of a web-based alternative to the sh*t they use, and they tell me it "isn't worth doing- ABC company has that market all locked up". Yeah- tell that to companies like Google that played with the 'big boys' and are now a major force in the industry. According to their mentality, Google shouldn't have bothered because Microsoft already had things "locked up".

I was let go from my last development gig last year. It, like it would for many people I'm sure, knocked me down a few pegs and my confidence has been waning ever since. Surely my own family would help lift me up and help build my confidence again, right? WRONG! In some ways they have cut me down more than I was by being "let go". After I was "let go" I was actively working towards those grants and putting together plans for how to move forward with my tech career. Now, a year later, I'm almost ready to give up on it altogether. But what am I without it? I spent so much of my life focusing on tech that I don't even know what I'd be qualified for outside of it! Not meant to sound like a pity party, but since I'm obviously not getting any support from those closest to me- where the h3ll am I supposed to get it from!? And if I can't- is there any point in continuing??

I've seen ideas I've had for years come to fruition by someone else- and making THEM successful. I've missed the (proverbial) boat so many times I wonder whether I should even bother coming back to the (proverbial) dock!

Between the disappointment and the lack of trust- I'm just about ready to say FUCK it to all of it. I'm insulted, I'm pissed off, and frankly, I just don't give a FUCK anymore.

Have you guys been driving on a highway, get the munchies, and decide to pull off for some grub?  You see a green highway sign with a bunch of restaurants, get super excited, slap each other high-fives, get off the exit, and you have no idea where the damn they are?  You drive around the neighborhood without a clue of where to turn or how far to go. 

After a few minutes of random guessing, all shit breaks loose. Your friends turn on each other, while people in the back start claiming, "maybe it's further", "maybe it's on the other side of the road," and then you get hungrier and crankier.  Finally, you start cussing the locals, including moms packing their Prius with grocery bags, and you go back to the highway.  Admit it; we've all been there before.

Why are all those Interstate Food signs all so wrong and misleading?  Before the state posts these signs, I propose they enforce these criteria:

1) Must be within x miles from the exit (IMO - 0.5 mile)
2) Must be able to see the sign from the exit
3) Must be less than x number of turns. (IMO - one turn)

Is that too much to ask?  What is the current criteria for these things anyways?  Is it by popularity?  Sponsorship?  Quality of the food?  It sure the heck isn't the vicinity to the highway.

Chuck Harris is an absolutely fucking prick and a blackmailer.

I'm a 23 year old gay guy who just broke it up my boyfriend of 5 years. So congratulations internet you get the soap opera worthy story:

(Names have obviously been changed)
I met Mark when I was just starting college at a LAN party, we hit it off right off the bat. This whole thing starts with a catch of course..

Mark is the Ex boyfriend of my first boyfriend, which I didn't know at the time and never seemed to matter. Well, he had before me had a Polygamous relationship with 3 people: Mark, James, and Greg.

Back to Mark and I, we quickly started hanging out more often and in a few weeks were dating. Weeks turned into months, and then into years. I was sure Mark was the one for me, we got a long great. We played video games together, and enjoyed the same TV shows. I felt like I won the lottery at age 18 in finding a lifetime partner.

Until life slaps me in the face with hard and unexpected changes very recently. Mark still had a flair for the Polygamous life style, and while I wasn't too keen on it I was confident in our relationship together.

He invited a girl, Penny, over. She was sweet, I had little issue with her. So I put up with Mark being with Penny and didn't mind it all too much really.

The irony is that Mark somehow really must have minded himself, he started to have panic attacks and some horrible break downs.

Just about 9 days ago he had the biggest mental meltdown he's ever had, and the following week he started to lose his grip on reality. He would stare at me for long periods of time and write on paper without speaking, or ask me questions that would catch me by surprise.

It progressed like that on and on, he asked me if his sister's living room was littered with cameras, if his pet cat had been replaced with a robotic spy cat, he would sleep on the floor on the other side of the bed to just be those few feet farther from the window he feared.

All in all, it was having me terrified and oblivious as to what to do until I spotted a red flag I had been looking for: Late last Monday when I couldn't sleep Mark walked into the computer room looking petrified over something. Then he sneaked closer to me and whispered in my ear "Are they trying to kill me?" he was also glancing around the room nervously.

I don't know a whole ton about psychology, but I know he was losing his mind into delusional paranoia. The moment he thought his life was at risk he could at any time go into fight or flight and potentially become violent.

I left the next day after I finally getting to sleep. Before I left I spoke to his parents in detail about everything I had seen and really suggested taking him to a Doctor of some kind sooner then later.

This whole thing has me thrown for a loop, I thought I had everything I wanted in life and now fate has taken it from me. It's time to try again, at least I'm still young.

Anyway, I had been living with Mark up until then I quickly packed everything I had into my car and left. I had 2 choices try to call anyone for a place to stay or live with my parents.

Of course fate says the only person willing to take me in was one of the people in Mark's previous Polygamous relationship. (I really need more friends).

The first night I stayed at Greg's house I told him this story as well in a bit more detail, when I came up to the part about Penny he stopped me. He told me about how Mark has been cheating on the group with Penny from back when that group still existed. Who knows what else I didn't know about Penny that could have made Mark lose it like he did.

Anyway, all you internet people wish me luck in starting again and not to get one that goes nuts! I think my new roommate has the hots for me anyway, who knows how that will turn out lol.

i had a male friend that spent almost every waking moment with me (for the last 4 months).  He once told me he loved me like a wife and wanted my kids to call him dad!.  We dated...did everything together...so much infact, ppl. thought we were a couple even though we werent, went out to eat, shopping, his family's "get togethers", or mine. We started sleeping together and he gave me an S.T.D.  I spent atleast $1000.00 on him, not to mention all the other money i spent with him! He shit on me and threw our whole friendship away to sleeze around with a notorious slut! Instead of talking to me like friends do, he ran around slandering my name and treating me horibly!  I thought we were friends...I guess i was a temporary meal ticket until another meal ticket produced a meal!

His family is rooting for me, but this isnt the first time this dude shit on me for other whores.  I never gave'm any ultimatums...just respect me when u do fuck around!  I hate him now, and am not interested in his frienship, his family keeps tell'n me he'll be back!  Unfortunately...I'm pregnant to this bastard!

In light of the recent coming and passing of mothers day, i figured i'd reflect on my own mother. At first i wasn't too sure where to begin about her, but i suppose conception is the best place. You see i was an accident. The result of a few missed birth control pills and a rare drunken sexual outing between you, and that man you married out of pity. Once you knew i was on the way, preceeded by trips to vomit and that always honest blue stick that i'm sure you threw against the wall, creating a perfectly shaped piss stain in the "pristeen" paint of your Ohio appartment, you went into a depression. Slowly killing yourself inside for the life growing inside. (poetic right?) Because you didn't take care of yourself while pregnant, i wasn't properly cared for. You told me the "dent" in my chest was from childhood athsma...i never had it. It was from you neglecting the both of us (or punching yourself in the uterus which i'm sure if your mother knew what she was spawning, she would've done the same)

Once born I'm sure you kind of took care of me...and by taking care of me i mean shipping me off with your sister while you "worked" as a bar tender. Fast forward in life a bit and you'll come to my childhood years. You bought me plenty but had me lie about where it came from when dad asked about it. You bought yourself just as much, and had me lie about those things too. This will later fuck my head up in life about lying and the consequences of it. And instead of that hurtful cycle of buy n' lie, you could've easily saved for college so that i could be the first in the family to go. Your inability to save money brings me to another point...stealing the money...notably from myself and your husband.  Hundreds from me while i was working part-time through high school. Thousands from me while in the Army away from home and my, at the time, fiancee keeping me from having a decent amount of start up cash for my adult life.

Speaking of my wife...you trash her behind her back, and mine i'm sure. You tell me, to my face, that she's "too good for me" (don't most mothers say the opposite?)and that i need to leave her because she's keeping me from my real intentions...and believe me, going to Tennessee to marry my 3rd cousin and work as an auto mechanic is not my idea of a great life...in fact, if i believed in hell, that might just be it. Then once i tell you to stay out of my life because you can't do anything good, you send me guilt trip messages telling me how great you are because you pretend i'm dead.

Your a horrible person. My mother in law has been more of a mother to me than you. You live a sham of a life. Torture a decent man daily. Steal. Ruin your credit and that of those around you. Happy Mothers day.